LIFE THE FICTION

 I am a story writer.  You are a character in my story.  I gave your character a mind of its own.  Your character’s mind doesn’t know it’s in a story.  Your character doesn’t know it’s in a fiction I created.  Your character’s mind thinks it’s real.  Haha.

Well, shit, this is the thousands sequel I’m in, and you’re in.  However, things are different today.  The author has learned how to make moving pictures, movies, video games, holograms, dimensional realities.  None of its real.  I’m not real.  You’re not real.  We’re just characters, though now, we are no longer just on paper.  We are dimensional characters in dimensional realities.  

Well, at the least, you gotta admit the author is a prolific thinker, creator, story teller.  Hell of an imagination.  The author loves the characters it created, yeah, even the dorky ones, and the evil ones.  Wouldn’t be much of a story without them all.

The author even has some characters wake up in a story and has themrealize they’re just fictional characters.  Hell of thing.  Now the author has characters running around telling other characters they’re fiction.  Kind of a twist in the very fabric of the book of life the author is writing.  And here’s the real added twist, the characters have become real, have taken on a life of their own.  They have all become authors of their own reality (wonder if the original author knew that would happen...yeah, the author probably knew, he indicated the possibility in one of his stories...the Bible, I think it was.  So what does this all mean, now that we’ve become real, are authors writing our own stories?

Just how real are we since the original author keeps killing us off, and then bring us back in a new story, a new story where we don’t remember shit about ever having been in previous stories.  Yeah gotta admit, dang interesting.

I Listen, watch the news stories.  Sometimes I think the author has gone nuts.  If not the author, certainly the characters have gone nuts.  Guess it has to be that way, since sanity isn’t all that interesting.  And if the stories ever become boring, why keep writing.  



“Hey pops, is there a way to enjoy the story that is life, all that happens to me in the story, especially when things don’t go my way?”
“Sure is.  (1) Don’t have a way the story must go. Always remember you’re a temporary character that will eventually get killed of in the story you’re living, and do your best to live, but don’t give a shit that eventually you’ll no longer be in the story.  (2) Get out there and do what you’re passionate about, whatever excites you, but don’t give shit how it turns out, just appreciate that you’re even in the story.  (3) Don’t take anything in the story seriously, not the news, not what’s going on, nothing, just enjoy being a character, have fun no matter how the story turns out.  (4) However, if you want to be an explosive character in the story, make sure you get physically, mentally, emotionally, attached, entangled, identified with your character’s needs, wants, desires, and people, places, and things, because then you’ll be one of the most exciting and emotional characters in the story, and the readers won’t be able to wait to see what crazy things you’ll do next.  You’ll be very entertaining.

SO YEAH, I'M BACK

 I died.  I left my body.  I sat in space.  What should I do next?  Thought about it.  Haven’t decided.  What are my options?  Imagined as many as I could.  Still undecided.  Many consciousnessess came in various energy forms.  I could feel their energy.  I discerned their messages, their thoughts, their intent.  They didn’t come close.  Something was keeping them back.  Was it me, my energy?  Probably.  After a time they all left.  I was alone again, trying to figure out what I wanted.  So far, I wanted nothing.  Just relaxing is awesome.  No chaos.  Just peace.  Being unborn, being nothing, not even knowing I am nothing, like sleep, very restful.  Occasionally I wake up and realize I was nowhere, and of course upon awakening, realize I am somewhere, in some space, somewhere where, where nothing exists, but me.  Interesting.    Then the thought came, “Do you want to be disorganized as an intelligence, as a consciousness, as a energy-form, a being?”  Gee I thought, that’s a lot of words.  I answered the thought with this thought, “I’m not sure yet.  I’ll think on it.”   And then I fell asleep again.  This time when I woke up I remembered that physicality is the cause of every physical desire, all those cravings, the needs, and the wants. The demands of a physical avatar to survive is chaos, pleasant and unpleasant.  And then there’s getting over the avatar’s indoctrination with each incarnation, all that programming and indoctrination and propaganda.  When an avatar and its mind are in synchronicity, there is no obvious “me” or separate awareness.  But when the awareness (me) becomes aware, everything changes.  Then the contest begins.  So...am I ready for another contest (plus all the social interaction that comes with it?  Hmmm.  What to do?  Time as I knew it, passed, and I got bored of waking up.  There is no boredom being asleep.  It’s when you wake up.  AND THEN IF YOU GO BACK, AT LEAST THE BODIES ARE DISPOSABLE.   THESE DISPOSABLE BODIES, I GUESS, KIND OF MAKE ANOTHER LIFE WORTH LIVING, IN A WEIRD WAY, THOUGH THEY SURE ARE NEEDY, SO WHAT THE HECK.   So yeah, I’M BACK.

HERE I AM:
I wake up each day and I don’t care,
Don’t care what the day may bring.
I am just glad to be here
instead of being nowhere.

If you’re not having fun wearing your coat,
it’s because you think you are your coat.

The lowest level of life is to live it from your avatar’s perspective.  

Train your avatar or you will be its puppet, goffer, lackey, flunky, and stooge.

Unknowingly you were thrown into an avatar who was named and indoctrinated to act its part is a society, culture, economic and political system run by other avatars for their own benefit.  AND LIFE DID IT TO YOU for your benefit.

What benefit?

For sport.  To see who wins.  You or your avatar.  Life is a game.  

What do I win?

A new avatar.  You’re here for the fun of it.  If you’re not having fun, your avatar is winning.

When you say it was an awesome movie, that the protagonist and antagonist, and every actor did great jobs, what you’re saying is LIFE IS PERFECT JUST THE WAY IT HAPPENS.  IF YOU CALL A MOVIE PERFECT, WHY CAN’T YOU CALL LIFE PERFECT?  The movie was exciting, full of ups and down, heartache and disappointment, joy and pleasure, life and death with an added bonus of mayhem and destruction, and yet for some insane reason, you enjoyed it, but not life.  Perhaps you’re just nuts, which is ABSOLUTELY OK, even if you don’t think so.

ZERO POINT

 ZERO POINT RESET (I AM THAT I AM - from no thing to something (current life) return to no thing, then...imagine a passion to be):

Imagination–infinite possibilities: CREATE NEW ME–NEW PERSONALITY–who am I passionate about being, what am I passionate about doing where do I prefer to be doing it, CREATE LIFE I PREFER.  Imagine being it.

What does that say about who we are, our capabilities?

Relaxing in a lounge chair in space being nothing.  Mind still, nothing happening.  As if asleep, non-existing, again and again, fall back asleep into nothingness.  AWAKEN, again, still in lounge chair in space, undecided.  I AM POSSIBILITIES.

WHAT DRAWS ME BACK?  WHAT AM I ATTACHED TO, ENTANGLED WITH, IDENTIFIED AS?  WHAT PREFERENCES AM I HOLDING ON TO?  

From my storehouse of possibilities I can choose.  What is beyond my storehouse?
What am I really saying?  What haven’t I experience?  NO.  What am I passionate about?  What idea of being, doing excites me?  All possibilities are mine, at the mere thought, yet here I sit, not choosing.  Yet alive, biding time, haul water, carry wood, patient, waiting, calm, at peace, resting.

Learning–how a thing works–creating the thing, that’s exciting.
Imagining a new thing working, create it, that’s exciting.
Perfect a skill, that’s exciting.
The process, trial and error to perfection, that’s exciting.
Imagining it perfected, but not doing the perfecting, NOT exciting.
HOW DOES THAT WORK, that’s exciting.
What skill excites you?  All skills.  Choose one.
Eventually, all skills require knowing how energy is used to create a thing, that’s exciting.

As a human, human needs (food, clothing, shelter–lifestyle) are part and portion of learning, doing, and perfecting a skill. Diversions, breaks, rest, sleep–doing other things–are essential, and part of the package that makes learning, doing and perfecting a skill more exciting. Opposition in all things is the essence of passion and excitement that makes life worth living.

The opposition to life, is death, which makes the game of trying to survive, popular.  Surviving is an acquired skill, quite necessary if you want to acquire other skills.

If life were not challenging, no Intelligence would choose to continue living.  The struggle and victory over opposition is fundamental to life’s very existence, and for that, your appreciation for life should know no bounds.





 

NEXT

 From birth your mind was trained to be the person you think you are.  Until you kill that person, you will suffer.

Your mind discerns.  If your mind has turned discernment into opinions, biases, prejudices, preferences, judgements, and draws conclusions, calls things good or bad, has likes and dislikes, and has needs, wants and desires that must be met to be happy, and is not OK unless life goes its way, your mind has become a person.  You need to train or kill that person, or it will drive you nuts.

Don’t take life personal.  Life is life.  It does what it does.  People do what they do.  Life doesn’t take you personally, so don’t take life personally.

Being around people who take life personal is entertaining.

Have no way life must go.  If you have a way life must go to be happy, much of your life will be miserable.  Your personal mind is the miserable one.  The real you, the one that is OK, the one that is aware of its thoughts, is OK because it has NO way life MUST go.

If you don’t train or kill your personal mind, it will kill you with its discontent.

Enjoying playground since 1948.  Life the movie.  Excellent actors, so good, sincere, so real.  They don’t know they are actors, role players, trained from birth to be what they are not.  So worth it.

Back in the world again.  Back to where it began.

I am an actor in a play I didn’t know I was in until I was older.  I just was, playing my part, not knowing I was playing a part.  It was all fun and games.  Things just were the way the were.  I never questioned, had no reason, just enjoyed, no problems.

Good morning life, you wonderful rascal.  You are everywhere.  I can’t go anywhere without running into you.  And when I run into you,  you’re running into yourself.  When I am still, I’m not, and there you are.

Hello Martha.  
Hi Tom.
You do you know you are not Martha, and I am not Tom?
For now, we are what we are.
So do you want to play the Martha and Tom game?
Why not.  It’s the only game in town.
Can you be offended?
No, but Martha can be offended when she temporarily forgets she’s not Martha, when she’s not conscious.
Happen much?
Hardly at all, but sometimes.  Kind of fun when I forget and do it on purpose, you know, just let Martha be Martha.  After all, life is a drama, wouldn’t be nearly as fun without it, wouldn’t be worth playing.
Whatcha gonna do after Martha dies?
What are you going to do after Tom dies?
Well, I am kind of fond of Tom (and you) I’ll try something different.
Like what?
Too early to know.
Got any ideas?
None yet.  Every time I go to zero point, I come up with nothin’.  What about you?
Yeah, me too. I get nothin’.
Guess we’ll both wait and see.  In the meantime, let’s party.

BACK IN THE SADDLE AGAIN

 BACK IN THE SADDLE AGAIN

You are an Intelligence.  You seek adventures for the fun of it.   Right now you’re human (being human is just one of many “games” available to Intelligences).  Awhile back, you didn’t know what you wanted to do.  It happened like this:

“So now what do you want to do?” asked one of the Intelligences.  “Maybe you would enjoy The Human Game where you start out as a human child and eventually become a human god.  It’s a hell of an adventure. You enter as a child and evolve from  high to low entropy; from sinner to saint; destroyer to builder, devil to angel; from selfish to service, from being exclusive to being inclusive, and from pain to pleasure until our fears dissolves into love.  All your experiences serve your evolution to Godhood.  You get born and die many times (they call it reincarnation).  You can quit the game at anytime, except, you have to get to to a point where you know that, and that could take a lot of reincarnations, so actually, you’ll be playing for a long time, but won’t know it until you get to that point.  Haha.  Or...you can just choose a different adventure, or, choose nothing at all and just vegetate, you know, just hang out and think nothing, do nothing, be nothing.  And by the “looks” of you, you could use a vacation (well, as is obvious, you didn’t vegetate long, because, here you are.”

EARTH

EARTH IS THE STAGE FOR A PLAY, A LIFE AND DEATH PLAY, and all actors are serious about their rolls.  IT WOULDN’T BE MUCH OF A PLAY IF THEY WERE NOT.

Realized, enlightened, awake, evolved actors–like Buddha and other esoteric and spiritual teachers–are as serious about their characters as are the actors who play war lords, murderers and gangsters.  LIFE IS SERIOUS PLAY, and every actor plays their role right up to the moment the play kills them.

The play is long enough for actors to evolve from sinner to saint; from high entropy actors to low entropy actors; from destroyer to builder, selfish to benevolence, exclusive to inclusive, pain to pleasure; until fear evolves into love, after which, not only do evolved players NOT take the play seriously, they don’t take themselves seriously because they are no longer actors–because, they no longer exist (after-all, it was just a play life was playing for its pleasure, joy and fun).  OH, and just a side-note, a blessing you might say: When life gets tired of being you, it retires you.

WHAT'S NEXT?

I WAS NOWHERE

I was nowhere, then I woke up I knew not where.  Everything was unfamiliar.  How did I get here?  I am in a body.  I am trapped.  It took me three years before I asked one of the bodies, called mom, “How did I get here?”  She said, “A stork brought you.”  

“What’s a stork?”  I asked.  She said she’d tell me later.  This is really weird.  I fell asleep, then I began remembering.

Before I got trapped in this new body, I was an Intelligence, a consciousness, a being of energy, formless, mostly nonexistent, not aware, not thinking of anything, asleep.  When I was awake, aware, I could recall my past adventures, my past lives, my previous incarnations into forms.  By mere will I could form myself into any form I was able to imagine, any adventure I could imagine.  When I got bored I would dissolve whatever I had created and go back to sleep, to unconscious, unawareness, not existence.  I was in charge.  How it is that I got trapped into my current form, and why all the recycling, I know not.

I am now seventy-seven years, still trapped in this body.  My mom passed a long time ago, so to have a lot of other trapped forms I was familiar with.  Thankfully, a third of my time in this form is spent asleep, or home, as I call it.

I recall my beginning.  I did not exist as an energy form.  I was just energy (though at the time I did not have the capacity to know that).  I came to know that  after I got formed into an Intelligence, a consciousness, an energy from.  I suppose I could say my permanent home is energy unorganized, just a piece of energy, and my second home is energy organized into a conscious self aware intelligent energy form,  but without an energy body of any kind, and my third home is within a spirit like energy body matching my previous incarnation into a physical energy reality.  I certainly cannot call the physical energy body I am in right now, home, or call this physical energy reality called, earth, home.  So what’s next?  

Obviously I will leave this earth avatar body at some time, and return to being a spirit energy body, and then lose that body and become again a conscious self aware intelligent energy form without any body.  And then what?  How not to get trapped again.

To avoid getting trapped, again and again (when you leave your current physical incarnation) you have to not be physically, mentally and emotionally attached, entangled, and  identified with your current incarnation, with people, places, things, with your needs, wants, and desires.  In other words, you’re done playing the earth game.  However, if you’re not done, welcome back.  Maybe this time you can be a turnip,

Let’s say you’re done with earth, but not ready to go to your permanent home (energy unorganized as part of the one consciousness.  In other words, you’re not ready to give up being an independent piece of consciousness, or as it sometimes is said, a piece or portion of life with a separate will, intent, and purpose.  What then?  It’s all up to you.  Whatever qualities you are as a separate consciousness, and whatever knowledge, understanding and wisdom you have, will be your launching pad for your next adventure.  In other words, since your not ready to be it all and have it all and know it all as part of the ONE CONSCIOUSNESS (your permanent home) whatever you decide to be, whatever role you want to play, whatever you want to explore, whatever you want to experience and learn, whatever possibilities you decide to make yourself available for, is your decision.  Or as it is said, whatever you are capable of imagining (as an individual consciousness) that will be your next adventure.

If you can’t seem to decide because you have no attachments, and no issues with life, you can always spin the LIFE DIAL and end up who knows where (in other words, you let the ONE CONSCIOUSNESS choose for you) and as usual, when entering any temporary incarnation, you will forget all your past lives, all your incarnations, and wherever you end up, it will be a new temporary adventure, all over again.  THE END.

NOTHINGNESS (updated)

NOTHING

STILLNESS OF SILENCE IS AS MUCH GAME PLAY AS ANYTHING ELSE IN THE GAME.  PEACE, JOY, BLISS, FEAR, ALL GAME WORDS.

No words, no problems, no opposites.  Words are useful, entertaining.  Words, gut sounds, vibrations agreed upon, repeated, familiar, mean things, useful vibrations.  Part of the game, as are the words emotions, feelings describing vibrations.

Life became people, places, things, to play.  In the game there are winners and losers.  No game, no play, no you, no me, NO WINNERS, NO LOSERS.  What then?  Nothing.  

Become something and play.

Have little.  Get more.  Get it all.  Just game play.  Become a God is game play.  Become all that is, just game play.  All knowing is game play.  

Consciousness is game.  Individual consciousness is play. No consciousness, no game, no play.   Get born, live, die, after-life, spirit realm, astral worlds, dimensions, all board games, all theater.

Spend lives searching for why, how, when, where, what, who, all game words.  Intent, purpose, will, reason, logic, sanity, just words to play with.

The word “nothing” is as close as a word can get to describe what life is doing, when not doing something.  All doing is game, is play, is theater.

A person who knows this, is still a player.  It just knows it’s a player, which dissolves any and all importance.

Enter the space of the stillness of silence of nothingness, and stay until you are nothing (are no longer aware of being something) or enter another game.

WHAT GAME DO YOU WANT TO PLAY WHILE BEING AN INDIVIDUAL CONSCIOUSNESS?  Want to enter various dimensions, different astral worlds, meet and visit with spirits, disembodied intelligences, thought forms, entities, learn about all the different games available?  It’s all available on life’s many board games.  Don’t know what to choose?  Tell the master gamer, the one consciousness of all games, to choose for you.  

Games have rules.  Tom Campbell describes dimensions and the necessity of rules, or rule-sets that construct  game-play in various games like risk, monopoly, chess, life, etc.).   Too high entropy (discord) destroys a game.  Too low entropy (just get along–love) makes games boring.  Games that aren’t interesting have no players.  No challenges, no risk, why play?  Just knowing ALL LIFE IS GAME PLAY, REGARDLESS OF WHAT LEVEL YOU’RE ON, is so therapeutic, you need therapy to keep playing, or lose your memory you ever played before.  Welcome to reincarnation.